Liam Davis is a man
without a past. That’s what he wants everyone to believe, anyway.
Hell-bent on erasing any memories of his previous life, he knows that
starting over is all he can do. Hiding who he is, where he’s from,
why he’s running, and especially who he’s left behind, Liam has
run away from everything he’s ever known. His plan works perfectly
until one day when Parker Ryan threatens to expose his carefully
concealed world.

Parker Ryan is a man
without a future. Sure, he’s a partner in one of New York’s most
prestigious law firms, but he’ll never be more than a failure in
the eyes of his boss, his father. Rather than break away from his
father’s standards, he finds himself mindlessly pursuing them, in
turn sacrificing anything that would actually make him happy.

When Liam’s and Parker’s
lives collide, the ugly truth about who they really are, and who they
hope to become reveals itself when they least expect it. As both of
their lives become wrecked beyond all belief, they’ll learn how to
rely on each other in their journey to become Repaired.

Excerpt

When I looked down at my
watch, I realized it was still early enough to catch the usual crowd
down at Murray’s. Parker’s face lit up at the suggestion,
probably because the thought of a pool game and a few beers was a
hell of a lot more appealing than being schooled in painting.

When we pulled into the
parking lot, I saw Gabe’s car parked in its usual spot. Tipping my
head at the black sedan, I said, “Windows are all steamed up.
Wonder who he’s got in there.” Parker looked to where Gabe was
parked and laughed.

“It’s Zan,” he said
with an odd air of certainty.

“How do you know?”
Twisting in my seat, I unclicked the belt. “You can’t possibly
see in there.”

“The blue car is his.
Besides, I may have thrown them together the night I went looking for
you.”

As we walked to the
entrance, the car doors swung open. Gabe exited first, busied with
tucking his shirt back in. We stopped just in time to catch Zan
stepping out the other door, refastening his jeans. “Well, well,
well,” I joked. “Looks like someone was having a little fun.”

Gabe slammed his door and
walked to the other side where Zan stood, shocked into silence. He
reached down and took Zan’s hand in his own. “Yeah, and based on
the smug-ass look on your faces, I’d say you two were having fun
not all that long ago.”

“You think we can stop
talking about our collective sex lives long enough to grab a beer?”
Zan butted in, desperate to change the conversation.

Once inside, we set up a
game of pool and laughed over a few pitchers of beers. Sitting to the
side of the game, I watched as Gabe and Parker laughed together,
ribbing on each other pretty good. It was impossible not to be happy
for Gabe when I caught him stealing casual touches from Zan. Whatever
it was that was brewing between the two of them, it looked good on
them.

“I think I’m done
handling big sticks for the night,” Parker declared jokingly as he
placed his pool cue on the table. “Until later of course.” The
drinks had made his lips a touch looser and out came the joker. It
was times like this when the parts of Parker’s character, which
he’d tried to hide for so long, came out to play.

Waggling an eyebrow at me,
he bumped my shoulder with his, nearly toppling me over. “Hit your
limits already?” Keeping my voice low, I whispered my question to
Parker as we walked over to a table. Zan and Gabe looked as if they
were lost in a similar private conversation as they walked over to
the bar to order another round of drinks.

Shrugging, his answer was
of the simplest kind. “Just celebrating I guess.” Before we slid
into our seats, he promised he’d slow down, not wanting to be a
burden on me.

Grabbing his shoulders, I
made sure to look deep into his sapphire blue eyes. “I’m never
burdened by you. Ever. If anything, I’m better because of you.”

“Thank you,” he
whispered, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “And I want to be better
for you.”

About
the Author:

Melissa Collins

Melissa Collins has always
been a book worm. Studying Literature in college ensured that her
nose was always stuck in a book. She followed her passion for reading
to the most logical career choice: English teacher. Her hope was to
share her passion for reading and the escapism of books to her
students. Having spent more than a decade in front of a classroom,
she can easily say that it’s been a dream.

Her passion for writing
didn’t start until more recently. When she was home on maternity
leave in early 2012, she read her first romance novel and her head
filled with the passion, angst and laughter of the characters who she
read about it. It wasn’t long before characters of her own took
shape in her mind. Their lives took over Melissa’s brain and The
Love Series was born.